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but I'm pretty sure it'll be the maize Georgette with Malines flounces."

"Didn't you say she wore that at the Pattersons'?" Mrs. Adams inquired,
as Alice arrived at the top of the stairs. "And didn't you tell me she
wore it again at the----"

"Certainly not," Alice interrupted, rather petulantly. "She's never worn
it but once, and of course she wouldn't want to wear anything to-night
that people have seen her in a lot."

Miss Perry opened the door of Adams's room and stepped out. "Your father
wants to know if you'll come and see him a minute, Miss Adams."

"Poor old thing! Of course!" Alice exclaimed, and went quickly into the
room, Miss Perry remaining outside. "What's the matter, papa? Getting
awful sick of lying on his tired old back, I expect."

"I've had kind of a poor morning," Adams said, as she patted his hand
comfortingly. "I been thinking----"

"Didn't I tell you not to?" she cried, gaily. "Of course you'll have
poor times when you go and do just exactly what I say you mustn't. You
stop thinking this very minute!"

He smiled ruefully, closing his eyes; was silent for a moment, then
asked her to sit beside the bed. "I been thinking of something I wanted
to say," he added.

"What like, papa?"

"Well, it's nothing--much," he said, with something deprecatory in his
tone, as if he felt vague impulses toward both humour and apology. "I
just thought maybe I ought to've said more to you some time or other
about--well, about the way things ARE, down at Lamb and Company's, for
instance."

"Now, papa!" She leaned forward in the chair she had taken, and
pretended to slap his hand crossly. "Isn't that exactly what I said you
couldn't think one single think about till you get ALL well?"

"Well----" he said, and went on slowly, not looking at her, but at the
ceiling. "I just thought maybe it wouldn't been any harm if some time or
other I told you something about the way they sort of depend on me down
there."

"Why don't they show it, then?" she asked, quickly. "That's just what
mama and I have been feeling so much; they don't appreciate you."

"Why, yes, they do," he said. "Yes, they do. They began h'isting my
salary the second year I went in there, and they've h'isted it a little
every two years all the time I've worked for 'em. I've been head of the
sundries department for seven years now, and I could hardly have more
authority in that department unless I was a member of the firm itself."

"Well, why